P.S I'm a WOLF! (Paranormal Shifter Romance Book 1)

by Ellie Valentina

  P.S I’M A WOLF

  A SEXY WEREWOLF ROMANCE

  ELLIE VALENTINA

  Copyright ©2018 by Ellie Valentina

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  About This Book

  Janine Ellison was a college girl who dreamed of meeting the man of her dreams and falling head over heels in love.

  And it seemed as if all her dreams were coming true when she met the handsome Kip Ardelean.

  A stunningly beautiful man with rock hard abs and a charming personality to match.

  But whilst Kip seemed perfect for her on the outside, there was a dark, furry secret lurking on the inside of him.

  The secret was that he was a shapeshifting werewolf but that was NOTHING compared to the other secrets he had....

  This is a steamy werewolf romance that you won't want to put down. A perfect afternoon or evening escape for paranormal romance lovers!

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER ONE

  Faint traces of sea salt drifted on the cool breeze coming off of the deep waters of Puget Sound, sweeping up the hills that rose sharply from the water and wound through streets and alleys, around and over buildings. It was lambent on the air, not immediately noticeable to most of the people bustling along over the sidewalks, in and out of doors and cars and conversations, but to one man, it was intense.

  He licked his lips and tasted the salt, savoring it. The flavor of it was sharp in his mouth, and the scent of it was strong in his nose. He strode down the sidewalk, not needing to move much to the left or the right as he passed people, for men turned instinctively to him, and upon sight of him, they shied away, the hair on their arms rising slightly, their hearts pounding a little faster in their chests, their blood running a little cold. They stepped back away from him not knowing why, only feeling instinctively that they should.

  Women did not share this same instinct. The women he passed stopped in their tracks, stilling in their movements, pausing in their conversations, their blood running hot, their hearts racing, their bodies warming. They looked at him in amazement, their jaws falling slack as they moved their eyes over his stunning countenance.

  Among men, he was singularly beautiful. His black hair, wavy and just on the safe side of unruly, reached his shoulders. His thickly lashed eyes were so dark they looked almost like the night sky. The lines of his face were sculpted, chiseled like a Renaissance statue, and he wore a neatly trimmed three-day beard. His lips were full, and when he parted them, one could see his perfect smile beneath. His skin was a little darker, as if he had been tanned with a golden bronze, and it covered all of him.

  He was a bit bigger than most men, standing a head taller, with broad shoulders and a solid wall of a chest. He was lean and muscular, looking as though he could be fully capable of suddenly breaking into a sprint and vaulting himself over any wall. His manner was that of complete ease, comfortable with himself and unafraid of anything around him. The confidence in him was almost tangible, and it was one of the reasons that others reacted to him the way that they did.

  As he strolled past the people around him, it was inevitable that they would all turn to look at him, some of them because they noticed him and some of them out of sheer instinctive reaction. It did not faze him; in fact, he barely bothered to take any notice of it at all. It was merely another fact of his existence, like wallpaper present on a wall; it was just there.

  He paid little mind to their looks, but his senses were finely tuned to everything around him with constancy. He listened to the heartbeats and the pulses of those around him, to their breathing, to their whispers and words, and to every little thing about their bodily functions that told him everything he wanted to know about them. He could smell them, their health or sickness, their fear or attraction, or any emotion that they were feeling. He could see everything going on before him all at the same time. He was singular among men in many ways.

  The man walked into a coffee shop, and almost in a ripple throughout the room, all eyes turned toward him, some only for a moment before looking away, some with a lingering gaze. He was dressed in jeans that fit him very well, a dark blue brushed silk shirt that was unbuttoned a few buttons down from the top, and an exquisite black leather jacket that bespoke money in a fine way.

  He only scanned the room for a second before he turned all of his attention to the coffee counter and the people there. He strode to the counter and stood behind the single customer before him. His eyes locked on one of the young women behind the counter. She was in her mid-twenties with long black hair and brown eyes. She had darker skin than him, though hers had a golden undertone to it, as if it had been kissed by the equatorial sun.

  Her form was slender, though her curves were generous. She had a lovely face, bright and sweet, with rounded lips that curved into an instant smile when she looked up and saw the man near the counter. She hurried to the register and murmured to her colleague that she would help him, and her colleague nodded with a chuckle, finished helping the customer before the man, and then turned to go make a hot beverage.

  The young woman faced the man and looked up at him with a wide grin, her eyes moving over his face. He could hear her heartrate pick up and her blood pulse faster through her body. He could smell the scent of her desire, and it made him smile. He felt his own body warm as an answering desire stirred in him. He breathed her in through his nose, and everything in him ignited as his own heart picked up its pace.

  Looking directly into her eyes, he spoke in a low voice that sounded like velvet on Saturday night. “Hello, Janine.”

  She blinked and laughed lightly. “You remembered my name.” Then, she drew in a breath and touched a loose strand of her hair, pushing it back behind her ear. It had come loose from the pretty braid she’d bundled it all up in. “Do you want your regular drink? Black coffee, two shots?”

  He smiled at her, his pulse quickening as he watched her. “You remembered my drink.”

  Janine felt her cheeks warm. Something about him was completely irresistible, and she loved it. “That’s an easy one to remember,” she answered with a little shrug, as if it was nothing. “So… Kip? Right?” she asked, holding a marker up to write his name on the cup.

  She bit her lip as she watched him, and he nodded, his eyes settling on her mouth for the breadth of a long moment. “Yes, thank you.”

  She shook her head as she wrote it. “That’s such a rare name.”

  “It is,” he agreed, heat coursing to his nether regions.

  Her eyes flashed up to him. “I love it. I think it’s a great name.” All of his
senses told him that everything about her was focused on him, and she was more than a little interested in him.

  “Thank you,” he replied, giving her a wink as he paid her cash for his coffee. She couldn’t speak, and she turned away from him, patting her heart, willing it to slow down just a little.

  Kip grinned and walked to the end of the counter to wait for his beverage, and all the while, he kept his eyes on her, though he was slightly subtle about it. She made almost no secret about looking over her shoulder every few moments to sneak a gaze at him. She wasn’t at all embarrassed about it. She wanted him to know that she liked looking at him.

  His back was to the door, but there was still nothing going on around him that he was not completely aware of.

  “Hello, Andrei. What brings you here?” he asked, turning to face the man standing directly behind him.

  Andrei shrugged a little and laughed lightly. “One of these days, I’ll surprise you,” he said hopefully.

  “You are never going to surprise me,” Kip answered, and Andrei shrugged again.

  “Well, it’s fun to try.” Andrei’s tone was light. “I was uh… I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop and say hello.”

  Kip shook his head. “No, you weren’t. You followed me.”

  Andrei’s shoulders slumped. He was a good deal smaller than Kip, though he had similar black hair and dark eyes, and his skin was almost as tan as Kip’s. He was dressed in jeans and a nice jacket, more on the simple but dressy side. “Yeah, I guess I was. I’m just so excited about this evening though. You know? It’s such a big night! I thought we’d hang out early and… prep.” The smaller man looked excitedly up at Kip.

  “I’m not really looking forward to it myself,” Kip said evenly as his name was called out. He turned to the counter, and Janine handed his cup of coffee to him, almost glowing with delight. He gave her a wide smile and nodded. “Thank you.” His gaze lingered on hers for a long moment, and then he turned back to Andrei, who was staring at him, dumbfounded.

  “What do you mean you’re not looking forward to it? This is a huge night for you! For all of us!” Andrei was wide-eyed and astonished. He drew in a breath to say more but then stopped and held that breath and then sniffed the air. He raised his eyes slowly up to Kip and lifted a brow curiously.

  “Wow! Who are you hot after?” Andrei chuckled softly and gave Kip a knowing look.

  Kip was immediately irritated, but it didn’t show. His face remained passive, and his tone was even. “No one. I get turned on by good coffee, and I want to drink it alone in peace.” He gave Andrei a stern look.

  Andrei sighed a little in slight dejection. “Okay. I guess I’ll see you there tonight. I can’t wait!”

  Kip gave him a subtle nod, and Andrei walked quickly out of the coffee shop. Taking his time, Kip picked up a napkin from the ‘do it yourself’ counter and then headed for a small café table with two chairs in the corner of the main room, not far from the front door. He sat with his back to the corner, facing the whole room, and placed his cup of coffee on the table while picking up an orphaned newspaper that had been left there.

  In a nonchalant manner, he opened the newspaper as if it held every fascination for him, and he flipped through the pages until he was at the middle of it, then he lowered it just enough to be able to look over the top of it. His eyes were trained on Janine, and nothing else.

  Footsteps sounded in his ears, and he heard the rapid heartbeat and smelled the sexual heat and hunger coming off of her before she said a word.

  “Well hello, gorgeous,” came the sultry smooth voice.

  Kip sighed imperceptibly and raised his eyes. She was blonde and built in a way that probably attracted a long line of men just aching to get their hands on her and their members into her, but for Kip, there wasn’t the slightest attraction. His sole emotion at that moment was annoyance that she was taking his time and blocking his view from the one reason he came into the coffee shop.

  “I’m sorry if it seems a little forward, but surely you must get that a lot. You are just so… hot.” She grinned and flashed a come-hither look to him. “There is an animal magnetism to you that is totally irresistible. Has anyone ever told you that before?” She pursed her lips slightly in a kissing shape.

  He said nothing, only gazed up at her and waited. He had been approached by many women for all of his adult life and even some in his later teen years, and it meant nothing to him that she was standing there before him, burning for him. He could feel the intensity of her lust for him, and it had no effect on him whatsoever.

  She leaned down close to him and rested her arm on the table, pushing her open cleavage towards him. “You look exactly like my type of guy… the type of guy who really knows how to have a good time. What do you say we get out of here and go somewhere else where we can be alone and…?” She gave him a sensual smile and wink. “You know, have a really good time.”

  Kip remained cool. “I’m not on the market,” he replied simply, still looking back at her with all the patience in him.

  She was momentarily disappointed, but then she smiled again. “Oh, I don’t mind. We don’t have to tell anyone. It could be our little secret.” She grinned again, seductively. “No one would ever have to know, and you could do whatever you want with me, whenever you want to do it. I like all kinds of things, and I would love to do them all with you.”

  Kip could sense that she was too attracted to him and that she wasn’t about to let go of her quest to get him between her sheets or her legs. He knew that he was going to have to convince her otherwise, and the only way to do it would be to scare her. He slowly set the newspaper down and stood up before her, towering over her.

  She grinned at first, thinking that she was going to get her way with him, that she had said whatever right thing it was that had gotten him up out of his chair and into the direction she wanted him to go in. At least, she thought that for a moment.

  In the following moment, he leaned close to her, and his eyes took on a strange light, something unmistakably dangerous, and he bared his teeth at her as a soft, low growl sounded from deep in his chest. He spoke in the same deep growl, “Get the hell out of here and do not come back.”

  The woman’s face went pale with shock, and he heard her heart skip a few beats. Her blood ran cold, and her skin rose in goosebumps as her breath caught in her. She blinked once, and then twice, and then she turned on the spot and fled from the coffee shop, nearly knocking down two other women who were walking in through the door.

  He sighed a little as he watched her go. He didn’t like scaring anyone, but sometimes it came with the territory as a necessary evil. His dark mood shifted as another scent filled him, and he smiled a few seconds before there was the soft touch of a hand on his back. He turned and looked at Janine.

  “Hey, I saw you talking with that woman. I hope that she wasn’t giving you too hard a time.” Janine gave him a sympathetic look.

  Everything in him shifted, and all of his attention was drawn to her again. He gave his head a little shake. “It’s fine. She’s gone now.”

  Janine brightened with a shy smile. “I’m off the clock. I thought maybe you might want to go for a walk with me.”

  Kip gazed at her standing there before him, beautiful, sweet, and so very desirable to him. He knew full well that he shouldn’t. He gave her a sympathetic smile then. “I would love to. I would really love to, but I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

  She lifted her chin and spoke boldly to him. “Now that’s a surprise. I thought you would want to, since you come in here to see me so often.”

  Kip blinked in surprise. It was rare that anything surprised him. “How do you know I’m not coming in here for the coffee?” he asked in an almost teasing voice.

  Janine gave him a lovely smile and laughed softly, and he was undone. “Because I have yet to see you ever actually drink it.”

  With a relenting laugh, Kip looked down at his cup of untouched coffee on the
table beside him. “You have me there.”

  She raised a brow at him interestedly. “So, would you like to go for a walk with me?”

  Kip nodded. “Yeah, I guess I would.”

  They left the coffee shop and headed toward a tree-filled park across the street. “I’m Janine, but I guess you knew that,” she began, giving him a smile.

  “Kip, and you already knew it.” He smiled back at her. “What do you do besides working at the coffee shop?”

  Janine gave her shoulder a little shrug. “I’m going to college. Business degree. I have another year left, and then hopefully I can get a job in an office and stop working at the coffee shop. I mean, it’s fun and I work with good people, but I’d really like to be in a career, and that job isn’t a career for me.”

  He nodded in agreement. “That’s good. Keep your eyes on the road ahead and plan for it a little bit.”